Mit offenen Augen
11 de Setembro de 2016, 19:08
WIR WOLLEN IMMER DAS BESTE,
WOLLEN GANZ HOCH HINAUS,
VERGESSEN DABEI UNS SELBST
UND VERSINKEN IM GROßEN CHAOS.
WAS BLEIBT AM ENDE ÜBRIG?
WAS HABEN WIR GEWONNEN?
WIR SCHADEN UNS NUR SELBST,
SIND NOCH LANG NICHT ANGEKOMMEN.
IN DER RUHE LIEGT DIE KRAFT,
ALLES SCHRITT FÜR SCHRITT,
JEDER HAT SEIN TEMPO
UND BEKOMMT SO ALLES MIT.
HALTET DIE AUGEN OFFEN
UND LASST EUCH NICHT HETZEN!
MACHT ZWISCHENDURCH NE PAUSE,
ICH WERD’ EUCH NICHT VERPETZEN!
NICHTS RENNT EUCH DAVON,
AUßER DIE SCHÖNEN ERINNERUNGEN,
DIE IHR NUR DANN ERLEBT,
WENN IHR FREI SEID UND UNGEZWUNGEN.
SEID ACHTSAM UND NEHMT ALLES WAHR,
DAS LEBEN IST VOLLER WUNDER.
ERLAUBT EUCH ZU GENIEßEN
UND EURE MOMENTE WERDEN BUNTER.
IHR HABT ALLE ZEIT DER WELT,
ALSO MACHT EUCH NICHT VERRÜCKT!
GEBT JEDEM TAG DIE CHANCE,
DASS ER EUCH ENTZÜCKT!
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El petit bosc
11 de Setembro de 2016, 19:06
(Un poc de música?)
(Imatge de Capçalera de Brian Froud)
Desperta.
La llum juga amb les fulles,
acarona la verdor,
al bosc es fa de dia:
fades, obriu els ulls!,
donyets desemperesiu-vos,
que vingut és un nou jorn!
Sortiu dels amagatalls,
traeu-vos de damunt els fulls,
de baix les fulles, dins dels troncs,
de damunt de les branques,
alceu-vos tots!
Salten, riuen, canten, ballen.
els més petits corren per tot,
corren i s’enjogassen,
riuen els més majors
i volen jugant amb l’aire,
fent tombarelles i trucs,
Les fades arrepleguen
les fruites dels esbarzers,
els brots tendres de l’herba
arranquen els donyets,
a les abelles demanen
gotes dolces de mel,
de les flors l’aigua trauen
fresca de la rosada,
i ja tenen servit l’àpat
per a començar la diada.
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Symbiosis
11 de Setembro de 2016, 19:04
How can I be anything more
than someone in need of the rain?
When there’s no one here beside me,
no one to listen to my pain?
If I speak to the clouds, maybe
words will be captured in each drop.
And they’ll spread out across the Earth,
from sideways and bottom to top.
She’ll attend to my aching cries,
offer avenues to be heard,
beckoning more storm clouds to come
to secure and channel my words.
Releasing burdens flowing through,
riding every temperate call,
increasing weight of the moisture
moving tiny droplets to fall.
Filling puddles with my troubles,
waters refusing to be still.
Waters received by the Earth,
for she’s the only one who will.
My troubles seep into her
and she adopts them to feed
the wanting grass and craving trees
and parched birds who soar free.
Consuming my naked sorrows,
they grow and stretch in their…
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A sumptuous lunch at Fork & Knife !
11 de Setembro de 2016, 19:03
Park Circus is a place which is generally considered to be den for non-vegetarians with dozens of North Indian eateries. But when it comes to finding a pure veg restaurant in the vicinity, the search fails. However, this won’t be an issue any more as Fork & Knife has finally opened its doors to the public.
It is a small yet cozy restaurant situated in the ground floor of Hotel West Willows, opposite Mocha. The pure veg option isn’t restricted to a single cuisine. It ranges from North Indian, South Indian to Chinese and even Italian. So thats where this place earns a star, making it unique from the others restaurants in that area. Also, the other plus point is the pricing. Sitting in an air conditioned restaurant and paying such dirt cheap prices would actually give you a shock. The food undoubtedly is of top notch and comes in…
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I told my children-Live a Hemingway life
11 de Setembro de 2016, 19:01
Je t’aime
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words
Je t’aime- I love you
You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and beautiful spirit, filled with life and laughter.
You became my Paris dreams. You painted me a safe and beautiful place for me . We stayed bare to the world in the hotel room. Drinking the French wines and listening to Lara Fabian song. You told me. “I shall be your Juliet and you will be my Romeo. I want to become your Hemingway dream. Please Johnnie, swim into my warm and wanting flesh and forget the battle of life. We must play saint and sinners. Let’s play lovers that need, never will end.”
I told her. “My sweet and beautiful Brigitte. I will remember you. I have loved…
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